#TuTuTrustInYou #ImAlreadyGone #ItsAlrightNow #NeverEnoughTwosToMeToo #MemesMimicMemes #TheEagles #JacksonBrowne

 

ONE CHASING ODDS, FIVE TWO-TWO, TWO-TWO & A TUTU TOO  

Owned haymakers thrown while I was in the barn takin' a roll in the hay, I sinned

Played the #FastAsleep pretenders from down in black holes upto babies pinned

With the devil dogs and spirit guides who aided in sacred Ways of infantile racks

Not much to say after you've figured it all out, saddle up, eat my dust, fullbacks.

Who do you think you are?  Who I am?  I don't think it's a sign of a fool's rhymes

In the space of infinite, micrometers from the Essence, gotta go, reincarnation

To the place in Space where you began to sleep and dream of The Thing's times

Always unconditionally loved because there is no effect after the annhilation.

Incarnate means in the meat and sinews, the bones, the joints, the animation

Of playin' the fool or the wise arse old woman, daughter of a wise arse old man

Both played the songs, beating bucks' skins, plucking animal chords mortal sins

Against nobody, against Null but the imaginary punk junk among UFO Mexicans!

Hey man, enough of the too much or too microscopic, your #fake sorrow is all

It always was & always will be the nature of the baby human, how to be a ball

Round or elliptically yours in an orbit you'll never see with your blind mind's eye

It's not the third one!  No son, it's neither the second nor the first, kill the guy!

Huge or invisible tot he naked eyes, always before it's never again, a gambler

Puttin' the cash into the paper, the money into the bank's bottom full of hogs

What I am & what you are is the stuff stars are made of, hydrogen man cougher

Without which there's no water, you get my drift?  Identify with the black dogs!

This doesn't mean it's rock and roll just because it's got a beat to sway & bob

Heads shakin' the bones down below, foot loose and fancy to be free of the mob

Nothing cared about more than the One, right there in front of your blind eyes

Something doesn't appear to be an accurate representation of Truth, It's Lies!

Abundance of chaos once the Black Hole begins it's terminal appearance, UFO

What they are is the spirits that can't get out of this atom's sphere alive, nono

It's not an option, only angels know this for certain, there's blind faith for US

Bacon's Shakespeare got Romeo, Juliette's philosophy waxed Francis' curse.

Spilled the beans, prayin' to God in deep outerspace, left over to be all alone

Here and now, forever holding our peace's mother and father, orphan i-phone

Numbers of infinite combination to connect the good, bad nevertheless ugly

Beautiful is what we all want, the apple of our eyes, our feeling ends, FREE!

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  5-22-22 Dimanche @ 911 AMPST

{ Hide out found where the pretender resided since my conception of this dream, I'm dreaming, not anyone else but morbidity leftover for the creation, SCREAM!  Blasted this out while listenin' to #SomebodysBaby & HITS by @Jackson_Browne https://youtu.be/mHC_Y-l1YQU }

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#Chicago @CHICAGO #YouDontKnowLikeIKnow #JackDaniels #MavisStaples @EricChurch @BobDylan

WHO'S THE HO ON JACK DANIELS, FOO WITH NO NAME

You believe what you've been able to interpret from the environment, orphans also

Nobody gets out of this alive, whether it's a zygote or old woman or planetary orbit

On the one hand there's life & on the other there's death, one requires the other too

Isolate the problem to solve it by dreaming in living color, as intended by God's crew.

Stones' perfect timing of the rocks left over by the Big Bang's burn in fantastic lust

Fake news of mortal Forms, viral germs evolved into peacemakers' mad hunter skills

Mad search for the Substance, about the things themselves, conceptual analysis' kills

Everything from the stars and the Space of infinity all around everyone of us, it's dust.

Brewed until ready to drink to get drunk, distilled grain, flowered bud, stayin' alive

Need to be above the ground of being's dirty starlit hunk of purple people microdots

Begin with innocence, never lost nor won, a hunk of matter taught to stay in the hive

Needs & wants taken care of until the drone stage emerges, if not little queen robots.

Watchin' and listenin', seeing and hearing it all, doing it all, useful idiot of the jive

From the ABC's to the numbers zero to ten, Time & Space acquire status to arrive

Through the mother's holy body, the zygote knows symbiotic notions, they vanish

Into the nights and the days of the coasts, lakes, rivers & mountains of pine & fish.

All of the mysteries come to light in the process, sawin' the fiddle is all you can get

When you got a band of banjos and bongos, you take the gold fiddle & saw the threat

Up & down the scales, escalating gradually increasing to fast until the Ends & it's over

Compared to the anomoly you're the same, like two peas in a pod, got no back cover.

You've got to go through all of the canals, it's a food thing, cooked or raw, eat it all

Carrying your water and your weight is all I have to do, it's my mission in life's fall

Foreknowledge that most of the species on this ol' Rock have no clue of #TheScience

It's of matter & of form, indisputable fact, we exist and there's no reason in a sense.

Once the empty entrails have succomed to the summons to atrophy, it's all over it

Clean-up on aisle 5, bring mops, paper towels & your gag reflex 'cause you're split

In two, then four in geometric progression, in harmony like the planets trip about

One sun, holy and hot, makin' plants photosynthesize green, forced twister shout.

All is not too human but just human enough to be dangerous, a fireman's grandson!

Seeing hot flames of the fire on all seven continents condensed into a Mind, it's done

Lunar whole that used to be cost you, due to Falls from heavenly grace & holy waters

Bums & junk phantasms of asexual healing, all in the family, ends of all the daughters.

No more monkeys to birth and teach the skills of aping the routine of staying alive

Consuming the living after it's dead, the way of carnivore and herbivore who adapted

To the Earth's gases' temperature that forms the liquid and the solid things to derive

One philosophy of life, breathe in & breathe out, energy, BE grateful, #EatTheDead!

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Samedhi, May XXIst, MMXXII Anno Domini @ 888 AMPST

{ Internet is DOWN, had to do this acapelo, but I would have jammed to #TheGratefulDead link @ https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pZPJ_VN3Iis }

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#PeriodOfEras #BurningIce & #FreezingFire #COSMOS @sagan

 SILLY GOOSE IN BLACK-FACE, HOLY MASS OF SPACE, DIRTY BIRD DOOMED FLOCK

Sevens rolled when elevens were seen by all except for the One, it's always about every lover

Not many just the One, a universal deep down inside of Nothing in particular, secret generals

All ordering the movement of idiots and morons who follow the herd of stinkin' & stunk over

A cliff by the edge of the coastal water, ends the Earth for us all, holy watershed, sacred Seals.

Apes and worms merge into this last detail on the final list of things to do, things to see, #Me2

Literally on the day you die, you are spent and have nothing left to acquire from flying undead

208 bones of spirits who got head to ten toes, no survival of death, even for the fit, all's askew

Continental drift of germs' dirty floors, unmopped, unswept, unswabbed deck & ghostly head.

Plums and road apples for every boy and girl lookin' to help their parents' extinction of species

Walking and then dying without any process other than deterioration and dissolution into Air

Gas both hard and liquid, different forms of the same thing, a thing itself in a vacuum, Minded

No way to know your ignorance, it's all yours & for your eyes only, subject, object, predicated.

Mother goose said it all & I wrote it down for minions to hear & disregard, a 3 strike box bust

Four balls out of the strike zone, shoulder to knees, an inch off of the home plate, knuckle ball

I catch, throw & I hit the ball with or without the good wood from pine & oak, all leftover dust

Bizarre & so grotesque as the monkeys flew across a dark cave's ceiling, disappeared in a wall.

Been everywhere & done everything although you don't believe what I'm sayin', dog's done!

Spent too much time in the warm oven waitin' to hatch when it was too late, daughter & son

Chewed the little ones and began from the egg & the gamete, a Thing itself divides the 7's Up

Cocksure of the conclusions, deduced out of the blue on black, ink on a page's reblow hubub.

No brain and no mind inside of a virus or a bacteria although without them, Nothing survives

Extinction of the love and hate streams of consciousness on a web of internet function's jives

Punks and young, toothless human beings without homes, without rivers that run through us

Blinded by lights, sightless light in Darkness' hole, a fast lane's trippin' Eagle on a magical bus.

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r j j  stephan, i

c.  Vendredi, May XXth, MMXXII Anno Domini at 711 AMPST

{ Simple minded #BlackHole on common ground, while I dabbled in the @Eagles flight in the #AudiophiledMaoists vacuum soul-portal @ https://youtu.be/MJL4EymEa9o }

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